"It's not you...
It's just the fact that [bad word] together,
they fade apart...
It's just the fact that [bad word] together,
they fade apart.
As shadows are cast, yet numbed by the light,
these are our beings..."
This is what you told me,
but I remember yesterday,
and I believe and I feel and I want, 
and empty is not friendly...
Cracked mortar --
Lies --
and pure remnants of an unsure bond.
Perhaps we [bad word] too much in this invisible thread to move on...
Flowers only live so long,
when they grow out of three small words.
"I only speak when spoken to;
I thought you knew this,
and I am sorry."
Next time I will be careful what I wish for,
Next time I will be careful what I wish for.